Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
When I finally arrive there—
and it will take many days and nights—
I would like to believe others will be waiting
and might even want to know how it was.
So I will reminisce about a particular sky
or a woman in a white bathrobe
or the time I visited a narrow strait
where a famous naval battle had taken place.
Then I will spread out on a table
a large map of my world
and explain to the people of the future
in their pale garments what it was like—
how mountains rose between the valleys
and this was called geography,
how boats loaded with cargo plied the rivers
and this was known as commerce,
how the people from this pink area
crossed over into this light-green area
and set fires and killed whoever they found
and this was called history—
and they will listen, mild-eyed and silent,
as more of them arrive to join the circle
like ripples moving toward,
not away from, a stone tossed into a pond.
-- Billy Collins
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Pulled these from LaTartine's Copenhagen blog entry a few months ago but am drawn back to it occasionally, ala the little green aliens in Toy Story mesmerized by The Claw (''Oooooooooooo''). How do you handle colors like that?
The Science Times: I get it every Sunday and inevitably, it ends up in the ''to read'' pile of my room for months to come. Damnit. I did catch this science article online this morning, mid-oatmeal chowdown. Amazing feat of synthesizing biological-building blocks aside, most striking part of the article: "“My view is that we know less than 1 percent of what’s out there in the biological universe,” Dr. Venter said." A good reminder when you think you know everything that you DON'T.